“Ah shit I am sorry I should have knocked.. .man.”

“No it’s ok help me put this on …please. I have been trying to do this for a week now…”

Ah crap….so I walk over to her thinking cool breeze over mountain, cool breeze on the side of  a pillow…my poster come to life breathing my air…feel of her hair on my arms…so wrong this is so not professional…help her out….put.. her t-shirt on…and let’s go…no she doesn’t need help with her t-shirt moron…she needs help with her pants…tight workout…track pants…so I tell her to put  her arms around me…and I don’t why but I look her in the eye…those dark brown eyes…like pools of dark sweet chocolate. And I swear we are that close to kissing when this up tight chic asks what the fuck is going on..

Of all the goddamn luck. I was this close to feeling Shane’s mouth till Kim showed up. Shane helped me get into my track pants just as Kim was about to go into her rant. I cut her off and told her it had to wait. I was starting my therapy and we would talk when I got back. So I am in my wheelchair with Shane driving me to the training room. We pull up to one of those massage tables. and I notice that no one else is around…I ask why.

“Yeah so I work alone…and uh it helps the patients feel more at ease than being in silent competition with each other…so let me lock the door and we are good to go. We are gonna have to talk those pant off again I can you know give you the….”

“I know Shane…can you just pull the legs and I got the rest…”

“So uh who was that?”

“That’s my girlfriend. I think…”

“What is she a twin? How do not know if she’s your girl or not..”

“No silly…I mean I don’t know where we stand… like I have been here for 7 months right had three different operations and this today is the first time she has visited me…”

“Your fucking kidding me right…?”